THE DUKE'S INDECENT SCANDAL Release

  

 

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When he kissed her in the library, he didn’t know she was his best friend’s little sister… 

Lady Tiffany Bolton, sister of the Duke of Bolton, is painfully plain and dull. 

At least, that’s how her brother describes her as he bemoans the necessity of finding her a husband. 

So the rakish Duke of Clarence can hardly be blamed when the pretty girl he kisses in the library turns out to be none other than Lady Tiffany herself.

Caught mid-kiss with the ugly duckling turned beautiful swan, Gregory is left with no choice but to announce their engagement and save her reputation. And if they want to keep Society off their backs, they’re going to have to convince everyone they’re deeply, madly in love.

Which shouldn’t be too hard, since Gregory can barely keep his hands off his beautiful, enchanting bride to be.

In fact, the only thing more difficult than not falling in love with his best friend’s little sister might be solving the mystery of their fathers’ murders…

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The moment Tiffany’s brother reached her, he plucked her from where she was still lying atop the Duke of Clarence. She hid her face behind her hands, her cheeks hot against her palms.

“How dare you?” Her brother roared. “I told you to stay away from my sister!”

He had?

The Duke of Clarence had talked to her brother about her?

Tiffany peeked through her fingers. The Duke of Clarence was getting to his feet, brushing himself off, while more people crowded around them, leaving them in the center. It was a circle of Society that cut off any avenue of escape.

“You also told me she was plain,” Clarence said, shaking his head and giving her brother a scornful look. “If you had told me not to kiss any pretty girl who looked nothing like they did when I met them, I might have been more careful.”

Even though she knew it was true, hearing that her brother had spoken so of her sent a pang through Tiffany’s heart, which was immediately followed by shock and warmth as what Clarence had said pushed through that hurt.

He thinks I’m pretty?

She did not have time to ponder any of this because as soon as Clarence was on his feet, her brother surged forward and punched him in the face, knocking him right into the people behind him. They caught him as he fell backward, keeping him half upright.

“Sebastian!” Tiffany jumped forward, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him back so he could not do again, as he appeared to be ready to do. “Stop!”

“He ruined you!”

“He… we… it was just a kiss!” Even as she said the words, Tiffany knew it was hopeless. Alone in a library with a rake? Kissing a rake? And then being caught by an entire multitude of witnesses. She was thoroughly compromised.

The ruining had been rather nice, if she was being honest about it. It was the aftermath that she did not enjoy so much. If half the ton and her brother had not come bursting through the door, she would have thoroughly enjoyed being ruined.

And now she was having to keep her brother from punching his best friend for a second time because of her.

Clarence got to his feet with the help of those who had caught him, his expression darker than before. He rubbed his jaw where Sebastian’s punch had landed.

“One,” he said in the most dangerously serious voice she’d ever heard. “You get one because she is your sister, but I will have you remember that I did not know she was your sister, and your description of her was wholly inadequate.”

“I…” Sebastian’s voice trailed off, and he turned his head to look at her. Bafflement suffused his expression as he stared at her, almost like he’d never seen her before.

“She need not remain ruined.” Hereford pushed his way through the crowd and gave Clarence a stern frown. “Remember, Bolton, I wanted to speak with you about her before. This has changed nothing about my offer.”

He had? He’d said he wanted to speak with her brother, but Tiffany had not realized that she would be the topic of conversation. The Duke of Hereford had been going to ask her brother for her hand? After one short meeting? When he could have any beauty with a dowry?

Clarence said I was pretty.

“You are not marrying her,” Clarence said irritably, tugging at the sleeves of his jacket as he glared at Hereford. “I compromised her. I’m marrying her.”

They both want to marry me?

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Golden Angel is a USA Today best-selling author and self-described bibliophile with a "kinky" bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn't get them out, she's pretty sure she'd go just a little crazy.

She is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.

When she's not writing, she can often be found on the couch reading, in front of her sewing machine making a new cosplay, hanging out with her friends, or wandering the Maryland Renaissance Fair.

   

 

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